The Wistful Cipher

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The rain hit the tin roof like a handful of gravel. I counted the drops. One. Two. Three. Then I stopped. No use. The clock on the wall ticked. Tick. Tock. It sounded like a bone breaking. I sat at the table. The wood was cold. My hands were cold. The whiskey was warm. I drank. The burn went down. It stayed. My name is Elias. I fix things. Clocks. Watches. Gears that jam. Springs that snap. I...

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